The sequel to Trinity Rising picks up the story four years on, when
Trinity is 23 and living in Johannesburg. With her university days
behind her, life couldn't be better for Trinity Luhabe. She's got
everything a Sandton girl needs - The Perfect Boyfriend: Ethan
brings her (fat-free) breakfast in bed and takes her to craft
markets on weekends. The Perfect Job: Working at Jozi Talks radio
is a dream come true for Trinity. She's still only on the traffic
desk, but one day she'll be reading the news … just as soon as she
can convince her boss that "15 Hot Hairstyles For Summer" is a
serious news story. The Neighbour: Ajala is six foot five inches of
mysterious Nigerian. Trinity thinks he's a pussycat. Her best
friend Steph thinks he's a man-eating tiger. Looking into his
business dealings could be Trinity's ticket off the traffic desk
and onto hard news. The Ex: An old flame from university days is
back … and hotter than ever. He's threatening to turn Trinity's
comfortable life upside down.
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Sun, 17 Jul 2011 | Review by: Amanda P
This novel promises so much. It has a great cover, and a good blurb.
Trinity is 23. She lives in Sandton. She is a privileged black woman who wants to be an 'on-air presenter' for Jozi Talks. Her father is an ex-Robin Island Struggle veteran turned corporate zillionaire. She has the perfect mother who bakes melktert, cooks bobotie and loves her children.
She also has the PB - or perfect boyfriend - as her roommate, Steph, calls Ethan. Ethan is a health nut who tries to look after Trinity's eating habits. He also proposes. Trinity declines. Her ex-boyfriend, Farouk, is conveniently back from Oxford, law degree in hand. Farouk's sister and Trinity's brothers try o set them up.
However, Trinity, has to deal with Farouk anyway. She is working on the story of a strip joint in Rivonia. The owner, A Nigerian called Ajala, conveniently lives upstairs. Farouk is the advocate on the case, representing the resident's association suing Ajala.
And this is where Snyckers lost me. Coincidences and too many characters ( I haven't mentioned half of them yet!) seem placed to simply fill up pages. I lost interest when I lost track of the names of the (obligatory) gay best friend, the perfect brothers, Farouk's family etc. I also lost the plot.
But the real problem is Trinity. She is an intrinsically silly character. She is ditsy, slow on the uptake and worst of all, boring. To write brilliant chick-lit requires creating a likeable character. The author has to be funny, and to charm the reader. Unfortunately, this book is not really funny, and Trinity is not charming. I couldn't wait to get to the end - for all the wrong reasons.
Perhaps Trinity should have kept on blogging. She is a cardboard cut-out character made to force fit the genre. She does not translate well into hard copy. It was nice, though, to see so much of Johannesburg in the book.
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